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If the assassin was going to be truthful he missed these kinds of touches Yunho was doing at that moment. They convayed care and dominance for him, at the same time, and he couldn’t help but lean against it a little. It seemed that the longer the elder’s hand remained on the back of his head the more the tension in his body was disappearing. He sighed after a while of that touch and a small smile made its way to his lips. It still amazed him how it was possible that the elder was able to pull a side from him that he didn’t know he had, especially in certain situations. He was used to follow instructions and orders from a superior in the gangs he was part of but this was nothing like that.

Sho nodded once at the instructions Yunho was giving him. “Sure. Done.” He agreed, not even looking at his phone to see if he had booked something for the next day, knowing that whenever he got home he would be messaging whoever he had something with for the next day to cancel it, if he even had something booked. “Every building needs renovations, once in a while and being closed for two years can’t help it either.” He added nodding once more. “I have to say that getting spoiled by someone will be something new to me, but I’m grateful you want to do it.” He commented after finishing his dinner and closing the container back up.

The mention of renewing their bond was like something ressonated inside him and he instantly but with the fluidity of someone who was used to such a thing on a daily basis, and not someone that hadn’t had this happened to then for two years, Sho unbottuned the cuff of his shirt, pulled it up to the elbow and lifted it in the elder’s direction, ofering it to him. “I would offer my neck instead. But for it to be comfortable to either of us inside this car, I would have to practically be on your lap and even then it would be too tight. Both of us are too big for that in this car.” He explained with a sheepish smile. “So this is the best thing I can offer you, at the moment.”

In this moment, Yunho realized that he was beginning to feel annoyed with this vehicle. with its cramps seats and tight compartments. He could smell your vulnerability, feel the weight you pressed against his being, and yet unless he risked breaking some little knick-knack here or there, he could do nothing but sit still and wait. Luckily he wasn't one for tantrums and let the inhale of a deep breath and its dragging exhale steal away the frustrations building in his shoulders and out into the whispering wind. The moment passed, and he made it through with no casualties.

As you regained your composure during his words, he shifted. His mind off to make little notes of this and that. Quick tidbits to remember for later, yet still focused on you. So when you unbuttoned that cuff all too easily and up went that sleeve to expose the bright skin underneath, perhaps the vampire was caught off guard for a moment or two. Those eyes gazing at your wrist where he could see the veins and that artery beating in unison just under the skin, and finally, his lips parted with such amusement. A laugh not easily heard by many but music to the ears of the few.

"Here I am offering to make it a more monumental occasion, and you're ready for a quick bite now." He'd sit back. press the expanse of his back against that car door as the last of his little chuckles fell freely. "I shouldn't have expected you to be so high maintenance, huh?" And there it was. The most genuine of smiles, with those fangs hidden behind the plump of curved lips. A tinted moon against a pale backdrop. For a moment he did consider just wrecking the car to get at your neck, but the feeling washed away as his fingers closed in around your wrist.

"It's been awhile since you've been bitten by me Sho, so I'll remind you quickly... the bliss may not be so suited for a setting like this... but since you're so eager." Carefully he'd guide your arm closer, Bringing the skin just to his lips where he could feel your heart beating, your unique scent radiating so strongly from the skin here that he'd surrender himself for a moment with closed eyes just to fulling take it that which could only be you. "Anything you want to say before I bite?"

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That predatory gleam was back. Silver hues sending another chill through her body. Though she couldn’t look away. Mesmerized not by some serpentine gaze that held its prey in thrall, but rather what was behind it. Whether his eyes held warm brown or cold silver she would look at him the same way. With affection and love. She made no move to halt any touches. Her skin remaining tinted as gentle caresses brushed against her hips and thighs. Soon guiding her just the slightest bit closer to that cool body.

His words bringing such a smile to her lips. Her heart thudded almost painfully loud in her ears, but she forced herself to focus on him. At his order her palms grazed down his torso. Halting only when they touched metal. Slowly opening up the buckle. Careful as she pulled it out loop by loop. When the task was done she held it in her hands with a smile.

"Would you like me to remove more?” Her question was soft spoken and earnest. Though her personality could shift depending on who she was with, there were some she would never attempt dominance towards. Happily playing a submissive little wolf.

It was strange how the soft rattle of metal as you undid that clasp, amused him so. It's little jingle of freedom as those petite milky digits undid its woven leather limbs leaving the instrument to fall limp and useless in the grasp of one most delicate creature... and yet delicate in all things he knew you were not. Slowly those lips relaxed, parted. As he thirsted for the taste of your skin against his tongue and the taste of your blood sliding down his throat. An impulse which set that cold skin ablaze with fire to the speed of his heart as it beat. Buh bump... Buh Bump...

He could almost dance to the sound of his own, let alone how your heart beat under his gaze. Looking at him so delicately. Feeding the beast the submission it deeply craved. Slowly, the space between his body and yours grew smaller. Each little breath, every exhale feeling tighter and tighter as he approached.

"You can try." he mused with that returning smirk as his hand intertwined digits with your own. Drawing your touch to his chest so his own could fall so affectionately along your hips. Leaving nothing but a sliver of thought to separate your lips from his own as he teased. Being so close. He wanted you to feel how his fingers slid into that band of cloth against your waist, just as his gaze captured yours. Falling as his own touch slid lower and lower. It was as if he held the sun in his hands and the vampire could but chuckle with the heat against his palms as he dipped just a bit closer for the final push of that fabric from your body, so the next words he spoke could be felt in their full bass to caress your lips. "Your chest. Show me."

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Devilishly he smiled as your words reached him and a soft chuckle fell from his lips, just as your touch grazed his side and he felt your warmth trail along that coat. A heat he could feel so vibrantly, it was as if the coat itself or the shirt under weren't taking part in this little exchange as that hed tilted and plump lips curved into something of a smirk. His shoulders, broad and strong, rising in a soft little shrug. "Trust me, my butt will be fine." Again that now familiar chuckle could be heard.

Quickly he laced digits through fine buttons and pulled zipper to remove the jacket from his frame. Delicately placing its light fabric along your shoulders where he could pull at the shoulders and sleeves until it draped nicely and he could amuse himself with the ever so evident size difference now painfully present. "Plus." He'd start cheekily as a flash of those pearly whites could be seen once more. "I'm sure there are other butts worth more attention than my own. If we don't hide yours I'll have to stop every man on the street from staring..." With a bit of effort, he feigned a little pout. "So much work... or I could let them oogle you and join in."

Finally reaching back to pull your hair out from that collar he'd step back triumphantly and hold his arm out. "Come. I promised you sweets."

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tainted-yoochun:

Yoochun sat in his apartment enjoying the quiet that he had luckily been able to experience most of the day. Despite his somewhat social lifestyle there were days he’d rather be away from the masses of humanity and that particular scent that got on his nerves sometimes. He figured he should probably do something with his evening but then that would require going out and finding someone or something to do in order to pass the time for some entertainment. But would that involve him picking a fight or perhaps some other form of physical interaction?

He was about to make his decision when his phone suddenly broke the silence and threw of his train of thought. He grabbed his phone off the arm of the couch and was surprised to see a number he hadn’t seen in quite some time. His memory was a bit hazy at first at who it was but then the hint where the sender of the text was made things easier for him to figure out. At least he wouldn’t have to make a choice on what to do with his evening anymore the decision had pretty much been made for him.

[SMS - Dark Stranger] Sure, I’ll catch you there.

[SMS - Dark Stranger] Coffee is pretty all right too. Maybe something stronger.

Yoochun chuckled to himself because he was in the mood for a drink but that was a normal feeling for him in general since alcohol was a bit of a hobby for him. He wasted little time getting himself somewhat decent since he didn’t much like the concept of going out looking like he had been spending most of the day slumping around. He tucked his cigarettes and phone into his pockets before grabbing his jacket and scarf feeling a little chill in the air and putting them on to meet up with his old acquaintance.

Motions of everyday human life felt nearly ingrained in the very fiber of his being at this point. Exactly how many years, weeks and days had he spent his time pretending to be something he wasn't. A well cared for armor used to mask the yearning soul within who longed just to exist and be itself. All for the sake of an easy life and an easy meal. It seemed to blend in together now, these fake reactions and time spenders, with the creature he truly was. How in centuries before he'd be out and about hunting to satiate not only his hunger but that deep predatorial need, and now? Now he sat on that couch barely paying any attention to the television as its screen flicked colors and pictures for whatever show was playing. He didn't know, he did not care. But how did his life come to this?

How tough the world slowly became as it grew and the spaces of wild filled in with concrete and civilization. How he wished for moments of chaos once more. A moment where there was honor, battle. The hope of a future the eagerness to discover. Anything better than this menial existence of just sitting and waiting for life to run its course, rinse and repeat. In what felt like a millennium, his phone finally rang once more and he lazily reached to unlock the screen and read his message. Stopping only for a moment to think of liquor to fill his time with his companion before letting his fingers work on a simple reply. His form shifting to the edge of the couch so he could scan and quickly check what alcohols he’d be gifted by his men before demanding more... or rather a walk outside to purchase them himself would be better than sitting around endlessly.

[SMS - Furia AE] Leave it to a hound to indulge in drinking.

[SMS - Furia AE] We can do stronger. I should have a few bottles of something lying about.

[SMS - Furia AE] More points if you bring something extra

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To say the older male felt awkward in this situation would have been an understatement. How can you feel anything but, when you’re around someone you should know so deeply and yet don't. Circumstances have taken someone he felt kin to, and turned them into a complete stranger. How can he mend a bridge burned down by centuries and centuries of hate? It weighed on Yunho. Like a ton of iron gracing his shoulders, the thought kept popping up. Even as he invited you to join him in his penthouse while he fixed up his home... the stress was there. This era was much different, he couldn't take you hunting in Seoul. But after so long, how does a father go about helping a son who has grown so strong on his own. A sigh passed those lips as he pressed the button to his flow and the elevator closed behind you.

He wasn't angry, how could he be? His first child struggled through so much alone because he was incapable. Those deep earthy hues rising to take in your visage. How can this be made right... His mind was a battlefield and the scars of war taxed at his conscious and yet he'd keep this inner struggle to himself. "Do you have much you plan to bring with you?" the questions fell from his tongue lightly as he checked that watch. "From the... school?" those brows furrowed in a momentary confusion as he tried to recall where you resided.

"You'll have to tell me a little about this place..." and your life after I disappeared, he wanted to add but the words played silently against his lips. "This will be a struggle. I know. But I want our bond, like your sword, to be mended. If you do not wish to stay here with me, you are not obliged, but I do wish to know you... Manato. " firmly he gripped your shoulder. "Unfortunately the castle needs work, but when you see the apartment. Make your decision. I've already had a room prepared for you should you stay."

"Plus." The elder added with a lighter tone as his arm fell to his sides to rest in those expensive clothed pockets. "I'm sure you have many questions about your abilities... at your age, they should have manifested." Sharply the elevator rang out as it halted to the last floor. The doors pulling open and revealing a hallway. Neat and clean with its white walls and polished floor. The door to the penthouse just a few feet away. "I have to admit I'm curious as to what you've inherited from me."

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there’s something of an unwritten pact amongst escorts - to say nothing of the business with whom you escort; no word should pass one’s lips whether they escort the CEO of a car dealership or the biggest thug walking seoul’s streets at that particular time. one must remain quiet, tight-lipped and passive on information they may accidentally acquire during their time with a client. for the most part, escorts wouldn’t have reason nor riches to gain from squealing on prolific individuals with a tendency for pain, getting involved in illegal business was much out of anyone’s books out of the agency - and for jess, it was the same formula. along the course of her career, she’d sat through some interesting exchanges and had drunk with the shadiest men who watch from all corners. but she left them to their game, and in turn, she received no trouble from them…. most of the time.

she’s sitting at the flank of one such individual who seems to be asking about money towards a tall gentleman who sits across the table from them. sipping champagne from the rim of a delicate glass, she’s dressed in deep red of a strapless-sequin gown, a spill of dark hair over one shoulder in thick curls and the other bare. it’s a hotel as far as she can see, but for whom, she did not know. whilst she would remain quiet on the proceedings, it couldn’t stop the escort from trying to piece together the little tidbits of information she did manage to hear - catching on to soft mentions and quietly calculating everything she’d heard from her little spot at his side. escorts were quiet, but they weren’t foolish.

her client is smoking away, a short-ish man with a constant stress-line on his brow; he empties a glass of brandy and rises suddenly, clearly displeased by how the conversation had gone with this looming figure who sat opposite them both. he murmurs a quick command to her to remain where she was and when he left the room with another individual; it meant jessica was left alone with the male who sat watching the table. how delightful—- she cleared her throat softly and finished off her champagne.

“well darling, i suppose we shouldn’t be strangers now—” she speaks, disliking the silence. “are you usually dealing with weak links like him or are you being punished for something?” the escort asked in reference to her own client.

vpxjung

Yunho found over the years that interactions between warmbloods, be it business or relationship. Casual or formal, fell merely as a game of chess. You move and create ripples in the great lakes of life and play spectator to the reactions and decisions of the other party. A mess of effect after effect until the cause fell blind and you were merely left to swim straight along the stream of choices with no sight of what lies before you. How clumsy did such young beings stumble through life with their brief experiences and utter frailty? Most of the time it amused the elder, today, however; it itched like a nail to a blackboard, against his patients.

He kept to himself in that room, a gathering which was supposed to be a mere business dinner now an eager grab at money for some project he was sure he rejected and yet persistent as a cockroach, the man across from him pushed at it. Keeping his hand clasped as he listened silently to the interchange of words across the table. His spot residing just to the side of one of his hands from the inner circle. Someone he used quite often to play the power position while he acted a mere foot soldier. A group of perhaps 5 gentlemen including himself and a petite plus one to join into space.

"Look I’m a businessman and I know where the money is. All that should matter to the boss is that revenue grows. Why sit around waiting for orders to fall down? We need to be proactive! If we do this it’ll help everyone. You can’t tell me you aren’t itching to add a few more bills to your pocket. Just give me the ok and I can have people working on it tonight." Spoke the fatter warm blood that smelled deep of the smoke he busied his lips with when they weren't yapping away, and cheap cologne. Another man chiming in with how whatever idea the first man spouted would be a good idea and that if he were the boss he would back the project.

A chess game, full of moves and counter-moves. Yunho sighed, and as if reading his aura the male to his side raised his hand. Quieting the conversation. "We won't discuss it anymore until after dinner. Maybe afterward you can present a better argument. Until then the decision stands. You're more than welcomed to prove me wrong. But we need cold facts, not opinions." His eyes shifted off to the side as if checking Yunho’s reaction before ending it there. The vampire sighed lightly. Yes if he were human he’d miss most of these little glances his way, but he wasn’t and that made each one painstakingly obvious.

Normally he wouldn't be part of these interactions in a position of power. It's so much more fun to get to know your enemies and allies when they assume they have the upper hand. The larger male leaned forward and spoke, "After dinner... I want this settled. We don't time for games, there are businesses to run and money to be made. This needs to be done." followed by some bark to the girl at his side before he stood up and walked out, followed by his partner. Yunho's own addition to the group mumbling disapproval of that little ultimatum before excusing himself as well, leaving just him alone with you. How ironic. A little sheep left to the wolf.

For however long they'd been in this room, he'd been still. Silent. Calm. But as his eyes rested against your form, he'd finally show movement. Acknowledging your words with a quick smile and a burst of energy to rise from his seat. Pulling that suit jacket closed and buttoned before crossing the length of the table. "I suppose in a way we are all being punished in some way this evening." a soft smile crossing his lips as he looked from you to the liter of drinks at the center of the table. That hand reaching for and tossing one of those cloth napkins along his forearm. The slim neck of that large champagne bottle falling to his grasp only to be yanked from its cool container and pressed to join that beige fabric in resting against his arm. Another step, and another until he stood tall to your side where he could reach for that empty glass and fill its empty curves back up with the chilled and crisp beverage. "Usually." he corked that bottle and stopped to look up at you once more.

"To bypass the status of strangers, an interchange of names is required." Slowly he pushed that glass closer to you before sitting the bottle down to the tablecloth side down to keep its condensation from leaking about the wood. "So, unless you find yourself adoring flirty terms of flattery such as beautiful." That smile finally widened for a flash of white to peak through plump lips. "What shall I call you?"

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The kiss was soft and sweet as they usually were. Bestowing her affection on the beloved fellow creature of the night. Though what he returned was something far more. The faintest brushes against skin. Tugging at her shirt in such s way it made the movements especially obvious. Breath leaving her body as she found herself pressed against him. Soon trapped between the cold metal and even colder monster. That blush once again painting her cheeks. She has grown some in his absence. But in a way she would always be a pup to him. A visible tremble running down her body as his eyes flashed that beautiful predatory color. She nibbled her lower lip a moment.

"There’s many things I want. I would love to introduce you to my family. Let you meet my betas and little pups. Listen to more of the stories you might be willing to tell. But right now I’m a bit worried about you.” That pink tinted skin darkened far more. But she kept her gaze on him. Fingers gently running through his hair. “I know you would have no issue taking care of any needs. But I worry how long it’s been since you got to enjoy being sated by an affectionate touch. I know it’s rather selfish, but I was hoping I could be the one to offer it. I’ve missed getting to touch you as much as I’ve missed being touched.

His inhale was deep. Taking in both the night and his companion in full. Letting the scents mix into some interesting firework of a cocktail for him to rip apart, slowly pry piece by piece apart to identify whatever gave the immortal leverage. As if he needed it, in how you shrunk to his form. Spoke soft words of need and radiated such attraction, but how does one ignore basic instinct. How does a creature who prides their power on their pray, become anything less than that hunter?

The answer is they don't. One cannot run away from instinct, for it is woven so deeply into the self that it turn your back to it or blind yourself to your needs would be to deny yourself your own freedom. Caging some make-believe black beast and calling it restraint, but denying yourself that which makes you feel more alive than anything else. So as he looked at you in that moment. When he stepped closer. As his hands traveled your sides down to your hips. Tracking little flutters of a touch through your clothing as he ghosted over your legs, unapologetic in how he cupped your ass and teased to pull you closer despite keeping a nice block of space between his chest and yours, those eyes peered down. Cold, still, and as nothing more than a predator sizing up his next kill. And oh how sweet the taste of you. Sure to satiate him to his fullest... for now.

Slowly those lips pulled. Drawing wider, pulling and curving until that devilish smirk could be seen and attention could be given to the soft whispers of words falling from his lips. "I'm all yours." Those arms pulling from the heat of your skin to raise thumb up at his sides. Dropping his guard for the one little wolf who'd perhaps earned his vulnerability twice over. He opened himself to you and chuckled. "Take off my belt."

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“we getting drinks or nah?” minjae asked once again, becoming exasperated from the boredom while letting his head lean back while whining for dramatic effect. “we can play some billiards or somethings, but please let’s just go somewhere!”

vpxjung

Youth could be a wonderful thing, in its obstinance. Beautiful in how fast life went, how many changes began to set in and one finds them stuck between age and demands of norms in the society, culture and time. A sense of bliss emanating from the sheer impatience of age as you lack the mighty lessons life has to offer you to turn your soul modest and thicken your skin. All traits being displaced at once from the male just in front of him and yet the vampire didn't let himself succumb to thoughts of annoyance. In fact, some deep lonely part of himself seemed to yearn for the whinings of someone so unequal in age, sparking its own odd sense of youth in his chest.

Still, he’s lived much too long to simply act out so as he raised his arm to take a gander at the leather bound watch cloaking his wrist, taking a moment to consider the options at his disposal. A moment which fell to mere seconds in the life of a warmblood. "If I say no, will you whine some more? Or was that just to get your point across?" he'd feign the chuckle that seemed to fell not from his chest to his lips but the very earth itself. That bulky tall form of his finally pushing from the comforting confines of his chair to stand and search for his jacket somewhere in the folds of another seat. "Come. What's that bar you like, we can start there." Those digits reaching out for the woven warmth of a cloth jacket to fight against the chilling breeze just past glass doors. Swinging it around his frame to slip his arms in one at a time. Molding it to himself perfectly with a quick yank to the collar.

"You got first round right?"